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Show 45 I am hooked. We are now discussing the shapes of iris leaves, the shading of iris stems and the possibilities of a graceful yellow bearded mouth. The bmsh remains in my hands now. It is still raining outside but I am now also speaking in happy exclamation points, their sharp ends tickling my thoughts. It is becoming a happy iris. It has dried and she is trying on several different mats over the painting to see which one I prefer. I choose the mauve. She is taping the painting to the mat and then, standing away from my bed a bit, turns it for me to see, my masterpiece of one. It is beautiful. I cannot understand why I am crying suddenly and blurbing out thank-you's over and over because I know I could never have done this without her. As she props up my iris on the table next to my bed, I am feeling fresh. "Can I come back next week?" she is asking. "Please do!" It is a happy exclamation. My iris is smiling. I am newly created. 7\ |